The Temple of the Golden Pavilion by Yukio MishimaMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
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Review: The Circular Ruins
The Circular Ruins by Jorge Luis BorgesMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
When is a short story, not a short story? Do you include a short story as a ‘book read’ on Goodreads, or does the collection include one book? We had a family debate on this over Christmas and concluded that if a book is worthy of a separate review, it counts as a book.
I sometimes must reread Borges's short stories three or more times to understand them. In some ways, the books seem as recursive as some of the motifs included.
The narrative arc, where there is one, continues to increase like a Shepard-Risset glissando (the audio illusion where the pitch of the ensemble of frequencies is ever-increasing).
“The Circular Ruins” is a case in point: a mysterious meditation on creation, consciousness, and the nature of reality. Borges crafts a world where a lone dreamer attempts to bring a man into existence, only to confront the possibility that he is merely a dream. The circular ruins in the title refer to the amphitheatre-like-temple and the narrative's circularity. The imagery of the amphitheatre, where a single student is chosen from many, also evokes a sense of natural selection or cosmic refinement—an echo of larger forces at play. The references to fire, destruction, and renewal hint at further cycles of creation and collapse, like an expanding and contracting universe or an infinite chain of dreamers shaping each other’s realities.
Reading this story felt like staring into a hall of mirrors—each reflection leading to another, infinitely. It reminded me of Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude, where Macondo is described as a city of mirrors and mirages, capturing the same dreamlike instability of existence. Borges’ engagement with mythology is also evident. There are traces of Prometheus in the dreamer’s fire, echoes of Orpheus in the blurred boundary between dream and reality, and a sense of fate unfolding with the weight of an ancient epic.
Borges’ prose is deceptively simple but packed with grand, mind-bending ideas. Like The Library of Babel and The Book of Sand, this story plays with the paradox of infinity within the finite, a concept that feels eerily relevant in an age of endless digital information. This story lingers in the mind long after reading, leaving the unsettling question: are we the dreamers, or are we the dream?
I gave the book three stars.
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Review: Kafka on the Shore
Kafka on the Shore by Haruki MurakamiMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is one of Murakami’s more challenging novels, blending magical realism with dense literary and philosophical themes. Fans of 1Q84 and Killing Commendatore will recognize the dreamlike logic, shifting realities, and mythic undertones, but this novel (which predates 1Q84) leans even further into the labyrinthine.
As with many of his novels Murakami uses dual protagonists. Kafka Tamura, the runaway 15-year-old, embarks on a mythic, psychological journey, while Nakata, an elderly man who lost his intelligence in a mysterious childhood event, follows a more whimsical, fate-driven path. The two characters exist on parallel but interconnected tracks, embodying different ways of perceiving reality. Kafka struggles against his supposed fate, while Nakata drifts with the current of events, his ability to speak to cats and his detachment from conventional time making him a liminal figure. Their stories circle each other like the two halves of a Pomodoro timer.
The labyrinth and the library—both recurring Murakami motifs—are central here. The library where Kafka finds refuge is more than a place of books; it is a space of transformation, much like the labyrinths in Borges’ fiction (The Library of Babel), where knowledge is infinite yet meaning remains just out of reach. Borges’ labyrinths suggest that the act of seeking truth is itself an endless puzzle, and Murakami channels this same paradox. Kafka’s journey through fate, memory, and the subconscious mirrors this structure—every revelation leads deeper into uncertainty, as if he is navigating a maze with no center. The novel’s frequent reference to spilled guts, dense forest paths and subconscious trauma suggests that the real labyrinth is internal: the mind itself, layered with repression, prophecy, and dream logic.
There is an equally layered Crow character. He exists as both an external guide and an aspect of Kafka’s subconscious, but his symbolism extends beyond that. There are echoes of Loki, the Norse trickster—an ambiguous force, neither wholly benevolent nor malicious, who shapes events through mischief and transformation. This also brings to mind Ted Hughes’ Crow (Crow: From the Life and Songs of the Crow), a figure of survival, chaos, and primal instinct. Hughes’ Crow is a creature that endures, indifferent to human morality, and Kafka’s Crow functions in a similar way—pushing him forward, challenging him, but never offering clarity. Even Kafka’s own name suggests a connection to Franz Kafka, another writer fascinated with absurdity, fate, and unknowable forces. Crow, then, is both a personal daemon and a symbol of the novel’s larger themes: transformation, ambiguity, and the fluid boundaries between self and destiny.
The novel also reworks classical mythology—Kafka’s arc clearly follows Oedipus, as he flees home only to fulfill his fate, while also recalling Orpheus, descending into the underworld and being warned, “Don’t look back” on his eventual return. Time in Kafka on the Shore is fungible, looping in ways that recall Lost . Mysteries remain unresolved, leaving us suspended somewhere between science, myth, and the subconscious. Freud lingers in the background, especially in the novel’s handling of memory, repression, and desire, but Murakami is less interested in psychological explanation than in evoking a sense of deep, ungraspable mystery.
That mystery extends into the novel’s most unsettling aspects. Kafka on the Shore engages with deeply uncomfortable themes—incest, rape, and paedophilia—through a dreamlike lens that complicates their impact. Kafka is haunted by a prophecy that he will kill his father and sleep with his mother and sister, a fate that unfolds in a murky, surreal way. The novel doesn’t present these moments with explicit brutality, but the implications are undeniably disturbing. Saeki, Kafka’s possible mother, is portrayed as a tragic, spectral figure, locked in the past and existing largely as an enigma rather than a fully developed character. Similarly, Miss Sakura, who may or may not be Kafka’s sister, participates in a scene that blurs the lines of consent. Murakami’s detached, matter-of-fact style often makes these moments feel unsettlingly passive, as if they exist as narrative devices rather than as serious ethical reckonings.
And yet, for all its surrealism, Kafka on the Shore remains deeply grounded in physical, everyday details. Murakami lingers on classical music, home-cooked Japanese meals, the simple solitude of a hut in the woods (recalling Walden) and the comforting presence of books. The ordinary and the extraordinary sit side by side, making the novel feel both intimate and mythic: dreams and imagination are distilled into realities, yielding a narrative that shocks, and engages in an uncomfortable manner.
It’s a hypnotic, unsettling read—rich with literary and philosophical echoes, yet elusive, like a dream that resists interpretation. It doesn’t offer answers so much as it invites you to lose yourself in its labyrinth, knowing you may never fully escape.
I gave it four stars.
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